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"Yes, gentleman, there was a lovely young gentleman wanted to come with us; but we wouldn't have him. What could we do with him?" Sir Charles left them under surveillance, and continued his researches, telegraphing Lady Bassett twice every day. A dark stranger came into Huntercombe village, no longer young, but still a striking figure: had once, no doubt, been superlatively handsome.

She reached that house, knocked hastily at the door, and said she must see Mr. Richard Bassett that moment. "He is just gone out," said the maid. "Where to?" The girl knew her, and began to gossip. "Why, to Huntercombe Hall. What! haven't you heard, Mrs. Meyrick? Master caught a robber last night.

Oh, Miss Bruce! you can't conceive what a disinherited man feels and I live at the very door: his old trees, that ought to be mine, fling their shadows over my little flower beds; the sixty chimneys of Huntercombe Hall look down on my cottage; his acres of lawn run up to my little garden, and nothing but a ha-ha between us."

As for him, her rustic beauty and health pleased his senses; but, for his heart, she had little place in that. What he courted her for just now was to keep him informed of all that passed in Huntercombe Hall. His morbid soul hung about that place, and he listened greedily to Mary Wells's gossip. He had counted on her volubility; it did not disappoint him.

Staveleigh. First innings, a hundred and forty-eight runs. Huntercombe eighty-eight. Staveleigh. Second innings, sixty runs, and only one wicket down; and Johnson and Wright, two of their best men, well in, and masters of the bowling. This being communicated to Ruperta, she became excited, and her soul in the game.

"Is he? If motoring with Jonah to Huntercombe, and playing golf all day, is not incompatible with taking a stall on Thursday, I will sell children's underwear and egg cosies with eclat. Otherwise " "Golf," I said, "golf! Why don't I play golf?" "I know," said Berry; "because " "Miserable man!" said Daphne. "Who?" said her husband. "You." Berry turned to me. "You hear?" he said. "Vulgar abuse.

He began by telling his wife, gravely enough, Sir Charles had met with a severe fall, and he had attended to him and taken him home. "Ah, I am glad you did that, Richard," said Mrs. Bassett. "And is he very badly hurt?" "I am afraid he will hardly get over it. He never spoke. He just groaned when they took him down from the cart at Huntercombe." "Poor Lady Bassett!"

Bassett took it rather contemptuously, and said, "The little woman is always in a fidget now when you come here. She is all for peace." He read the letter. It ran thus: "DEAREST RICHARD I implore you to do nothing more to hurt Sir Charles. It is wicked, and it is useless. God has had pity on Lady Bassett, and have you pity on her too. Jane has just heard it from one of the Huntercombe servants."

But he set to work, humbly and patiently, to pacify her; he represented that, in a small house like the vicarage, every thing is known; he should have ruined her character if he had not held aloof. "But it is different now," said he. "You can run out of Huntercombe House, and meet me here, and nobody be the wiser." "Not I," said Mary Wells, with a toss.

This day makes him heir of Huntercombe and Bassett." The nurse brought word that Master Bassett was not very well this morning. "Let us look at him," said Bassett. He got out of his gig, and went to the nursery. He found his little boy had a dry cough, with a little flushing. "It is not much," said he; "but I'll send the doctor over from the town." He did so, and himself proceeded up to London.